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As the night deepened, the vegetable market gradually fell silent, with only the flickering police lights and the busy figures within the cordoned-off area breaking the stillness of the night. Su Mu and Ye Qiu stood to one side, discussing the case in hushed tones.
"Based on the shape, depth, and method of injury, it is highly likely that the weapon used by the murderer was a type of concealed dart. This weapon must have been meticulously crafted, with incredibly sharp edges capable of easily piercing skin and muscle tissue.
What’s even more terrifying is that this dart was coated with a potent poison. Once it strikes a target, the venom would spread rapidly, posing a lethal threat to the victim.
From these details, it is clear that the murderer’s technique is not only precise but also extremely ruthless!" Su Mu analyzed the situation with a grave expression, his deep-set eyes seemingly able to penetrate through layers of fog to uncover the truth hidden behind the case.
Meanwhile, Ye Qiu sat in front of a computer, fully focused on reviewing surveillance footage from around the market. He slowed down the footage to its lowest speed, examining each frame carefully, leaving no potential clue overlooked.
However, much to his disappointment, although the cameras captured the scene at the time of the incident, factors such as angle and lighting prevented a clear view of the murderer’s face.
All that could be seen was a blurry figure whose movements were exceptionally swift and agile, vanishing into the bustling crowd like a ghost after committing the crime.
Su Mu furrowed his brow tightly; the lines on his forehead resembled deep ravines, seemingly burdened with endless worry and doubt.
His gaze was profound and serious as his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to scenes from the previous Wang Qiang case. Especially that mysterious figure in black who had appeared suddenly and disappeared just as quickly—a shadow that lingered in his mind, refusing to fade away.
"Ye Qiu, do you remember what happened with Wang Qiang?" Su Mu asked slowly, his voice low and serious.
Ye Qiu nodded in response. "Of course I remember; that case still hasn’t been resolved. The murderer is still out there, acting with impunity."
At this point, Su Mu's expression grew even heavier. He paused briefly before continuing, "After careful consideration and analysis, I strongly suspect that there may be intricate connections between this case and the unseen hand behind the Wang Qiang incident." After saying this, his eyes sharpened as if he were trying to see through all the fog before him to uncover the truth.
Hearing this, Ye Qiu felt a sudden jolt in his heart.
If Su Mu's suspicion was true, then what seemed like an ordinary case might actually be hiding a massive conspiracy behind it.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he replied, "Alright, Su Mu. I will report your important deduction to our superiors immediately and see if we can merge these two cases for a deeper investigation. Perhaps through this approach we can unveil the true nature behind this series of mysteries."
Just then, a hurried police officer approached Ye Qiu at a brisk pace. Upon reaching him, he saluted before quickly reporting, "Captain Ye! There’s new information! We just found a note on the deceased." With that, he handed over a piece of paper he had been holding.
Ye Qiu's expression turned serious as he nodded and took the note. He focused intently on it and saw that it was written in bold red ink—a single word: "Ritual!"
"Ritual?" Su Mu murmured softly, glancing at Ye Qiu beside her. In that brief exchange of glances, they both caught a glimpse of deep shock and confusion reflected in each other's eyes.
What could this simple word "ritual" possibly mean? Could it be a special symbol used by some mysterious cult during bizarre ceremonies? Or perhaps it was a subtle hint left by the murderer to mislead the police investigation?
What initially seemed like an ordinary homicide suddenly became increasingly complex and enigmatic with the appearance of this note.
At that moment, both Su Mu and Ye Qiu realized that what lay before them was far more than just a cruel murderer. Within the endless darkness, there seemed to lurk a vast and elusive mystery waiting for them to unravel piece by piece...
As Su Mu saw the word "ritual," her mind instantly flashed back to a chilling medical incident from years ago involving Wang Qiang.
Back then, Wang Qiang was a prominent surgeon in the hospital, but an unexpected turn of events completely altered the trajectory of his life.
She recalled that he had been responsible for treating a patient who died under extraordinarily bizarre circumstances.
The patient's body exhibited a horrifying state: various organs appeared to have been eroded by some mysterious force, deteriorating in an extremely strange manner.
This terrifying sight shocked everyone involved in the autopsy. After a series of investigations and assessments, the tragedy was ultimately deemed a medical malpractice on Wang Qiang's part. Faced with such a conclusion, he had no way to defend himself, and his medical license was ruthlessly revoked.
From that moment on, Wang Qiang's life plummeted into despair. Everyone pointed fingers at him, convinced that it was his surgical error that led to the patient's tragic death.
Wang Qiang fell into a deep slump; he not only lost his former professional glory but also saw his mental state deteriorate, gradually becoming somewhat disoriented.
However, Su Mu had always believed there was more to this incident than met the eye. After all, the symptoms of that patient were so bizarre that they could not be explained by an ordinary medical accident.
Now, the gruesome death of this market vendor bore an uncanny resemblance to that of Wang Qiang's patient from years ago! Could there be some intricate connection between the two?
With this thought in mind, Su Mu furrowed her brow and turned to Ye Qiu with a serious expression. Lowering her voice, she said, "Ye Qiu, do you remember the medical incident involving Wang Qiang from years ago? I can't shake the feeling that what’s happening now is not so simple..."
Ye Qiu frowned. "Are you referring to the case where the patient was ultimately ruled as Wang Qiang's malpractice, leading to his license being revoked? I remember public opinion was quite harsh on him back then, and his mental state deteriorated afterward."
"Exactly," Su Mu replied, her tone heavy as if it could crush mountains. Her brow was tightly knit together, revealing deep concern and unease. "The circumstances surrounding that patient's death were too bizarre and chilling. Moreover, upon careful comparison, it is strikingly similar to today’s victim. I have ample reason to believe they both suffered from the same kind of extreme malevolent force."
Hearing these words, Ye Qiu's heart trembled violently, and memories from the past surged into her mind. She vividly recalled the scene when she first witnessed that patient’s death—the organs within the patient seemed to be drained of all life force, rapidly deteriorating, and the entire body twisted and contorted in a horrifying and eerie manner. Even now, thinking back on it sent chills down her spine. If there truly was a connection between these two cases, then the truth of the matter was likely far more intricate than anyone could imagine.
"So, what you mean is... someone deliberately practiced this dark art to take lives and framed the innocent Wang Qiang for it?" Ye Qiu asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Su Mu nodded solemnly and replied slowly, "Exactly. Based on the clues we currently have, that patient's death was no accident; it was a meticulously planned murder. Poor Wang Qiang was merely used as a scapegoat by the mastermind behind this."
As for today’s unfortunate victim, they were likely to become the next sacrifice in this wicked ritual.
"Sacrifice?" Ye Qiu unconsciously repeated this chilling word, feeling a bone-deep cold surge up her spine, quickly spreading throughout her body.
The mysterious note that had appeared with the ominous character for "sacrifice" written on it now seemed even more sinister to her, as if it were heralding some horrific ritual that had already begun and was inexorably moving toward an unknowable abyss.
"We must uncover the truth as quickly as possible!" Su Mu said firmly, clenching his fists. His gaze was intense, as if he could pierce through the heavy fog surrounding them. "If we don't solve this mystery in time, more innocent lives could be at risk. And perhaps we can clear Wang Qiang's name as well."
Standing beside him, Ye Qiu furrowed her brow slightly. After taking a deep breath, she carefully tucked the mysterious note into her pocket. With a serious expression, she said, "Alright, there’s no time to waste. I’ll contact my colleagues who handled that medical incident and see if I can retrieve the case files for a thorough review to find any overlooked key clues."
After saying this, neither of them spoke again, and silence enveloped them. The night breeze gently brushed past, bringing a chill that made them shiver involuntarily.
The lights above the market appeared dim, casting a hazy glow on their serious and anxious faces. The striking character for "sacrifice" loomed over them like an enormous black shadow, weighing heavily on their hearts.
It seemed to silently warn them that this impending in-depth investigation would be fraught with thorns and filled with unknown dangers and challenges ahead.
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